I've written secretly for years, but I've never shared my writings with anyone.
I am the Iceman. I come forth with frozen bones and a heart of ice and age. I bring with me a promise of the past, and all I can give are old bones to study. Try to understand me when I've lost everything but those things that won't go, for I am the Iceman and I am dead.
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